by Reed James
I arched an eyebrow and handed my brother my phone. Then I looked over him as he paused. “What's your mother's cell phone number.”
Stefani popped her head off. “It's 530-555-3953.”
Clint typed that in and then attached the video file to the text message and typed: “This is Zoey. I know you remember eating my delicious pussy. It would be a shame if your husband saw this.”
Clint hit send.
I shuddered, more of his cum leaking out of my pussy. I gripped the chair and then looked outside. One of the protest signs shifted. Clint held his phone in his hand, still connected to Melody. I could hear the protesters chanting through it.
“Ooh, her face just went white,” Melody reported. “What did you send her? This is hot. I have pussy juices running down my thighs. I just want to frig myself right here.”
“That would blow your cover,” Clint said.
My phone vibrated. I shuddered, eager to see the response from Mrs. Armstrong. “What do you want?”
A huge grin crossed my brother's face. His fingers worked fast. He was skilled at texting one-handed. “Choose a hotel. We'll meet there in two hours to discuss this, or this video goes out to the world. I'll tag every single member of your church and your husband when I post this to social media. They'll all see that you're a naughty lesbian slut.”
I almost came when Clint hit send.
This wild surge shot through me. My pussy clenched. Molten cum dribbled out of me.
Melody chortled. “She's leaving. She's making some excuse to her husband. Ooh, what did you send her, Clint? It freaked her out. I'm so fucking wet!”
“You can come in,” Clint said, a big grin on his face. “Zoey's going to have a hot date soon.”
I stared at my brother. “That video is incriminating for her. We're going to twist her arm into recanting, aren't we?”
“Oh, we're going to do more than that,” Clint said, this wicked grin in his eye. “With what Lee is buying, we're going to have quite the fun with her.”
Stefani moaned her delight, sucking so hard.
Clint grinned. “Mmm, you're making a mess, Zoey. Why don't you clean her up, Stefani.”
My lover popped her mouth off Clint's dick. She shot her head up and grinned at me. Then she shifted over. I groaned as my lover grabbed my thighs. She gripped them as her head ducked between my legs.
“Oh, Yunie, we're going to make my fucking terrible mother pay!” she squealed before she buried her head between my thighs.
I gasped as her tongue licked and lapped through my folds. This hot heat surged through me. She licked my brother's cum out of my cunt. My eyes fluttered. I groaned, savoring the delight. My hips wiggled from side to side, grinding on her.
Her tongue darted through my folds. She caressed me. Loved me. I gasped, my heart pounding in my chest. Her hands gripped me. She thrust her tongue deep into my twat. She stirred it around inside of me, teasing me.
She licked out my brother's cum as he moved behind her. I grinned at Clint. That naughty glint appeared in his eyes as he rammed to the hilt in Stefani's cunt. My lover moaned into my snatch. She gripped my thighs, whimpering and shuddering as she feasted on the spunk in my twat.
I leaned back into the wall and savored this delight. My lover licked out all that incestuous seed. She feasted on me, teasing me. Her tongue brushed my labia and clit. She had such a wild look in her green eyes. My large breasts jiggled as I groaned.
Melody walked in from the back hallway already unbuttoning her conservative dress. “I felt like I was wearing a raincoat. I hate this dress!” She threw it off, baring her toned body, her round breasts jiggling. She rarely wore underwear. She cocked her hips, her hazel eyes bright. “Ooh, I see you're having fun without me.”
Clint grinned as he thrust over and over into my girlfriend's pussy. “You should have heard what I did to Lee.”
“She's cumming at the checkout line,” I moaned, grinding on Stefani's loving mouth.
Melody giggled. My half-sister ran a hand through her loose, blonde hair. She didn't wear it braided any longer. Her tongue flicked over her lips, pussy juices dripping down her shaved flesh. Then she grabbed my breasts, leaned over, and sucked on my nipple.
I gasped at the naughty feel of my sister's lip around my nub. She sucked with hunger, sending delight jolting down to my pussy. My twat clenched around Stefani's probing tongue. My lover reached deep into me. She stirred around inside of me. It was this wonderful delight. I savored every moment of it. My head shook from side to side.
What a wonderful delight. My body trembled. The rush of heat washed through me. I wiggled my hips from side to side, grinding on her mouth. I groaned, my heart pounding in my chest as I savored this amazing delight burning through me.
It was an incredible treat. My eyes widened. I bit my lip, groaning my enjoyment as my girlfriend feast on me and my sister nursed. I stared at Clint. My brother fucked Stefani harder, faster. He rammed his cock into her crotch, her butt-cheeks rippling.
“Oh, my god, your brother's cock!” Stefani moaned into my snatch. “He's churning me up!”
“Just enjoy your pussy massage!” I moaned, the pleasure rushing through my body. My head tossed back and forth. This heat surged through me. I groaned, my heart pounding in my chest. I whimpered, licking my lips.
He plowed into Stefani harder, faster. That wonderful cock must be driving her wild. She moaned into my twat, her tongue flicking through me. She searched for any more of my brother's cum, swirling around in my twat.
I gasped and shuddered. I stroked Melody's blonde hair as she sucked and nursed on my nipple. Her lips hollowed over it. I groaned. This wave of heat surged through my body. My cunt clenched. My head shook from side to side.
I loved the heat. The passion. The delight coursing through my body. The heat churned me up. It was this incredible passion. My pussy clenched around her naughty tongue. She fluttered in up through me then flicked my clit.
Sucked on it.
“Dandi!” I moaned, shuddering on her. My hands flexed. “Oh, yes, Dandi. Right there. Oh, my god, just nurse right there!”
She sucked hard on my clit. She loved my bud just like Melody loved my nipple. Both their sucking sent such jolts of rapture shooting electricity through me. My eyes fluttered. I whimpered, my hips wiggling back and forth.
Clint grinned at me as he plowed into my lover. “You're going to cum so hard.”
“Uh-huh,” I moaned.
“So am I!” Stefani whimpered.
“Fuck her, Clint!” I moaned, my hips undulating, grinding my hot snatch on my lover's mouth. “I want her exploding. She needs a hard cum. She deserves it for having such a horrible mother!”
“We're going to fix her cunt of a mother!” Clint growled. He thrust harder, fucking his cock over and over into my lover's cunt.
“Yes!” I moaned, trembling.
My head leaned back. Melody suckled hard on my nipple, nursing from me. Naughty tingles raced through my body, ending at my pussy. My clit. Stefani nursed on that bud. My juices flowed. The heat billowed through me.
I came.
My pussy convulsed. Rapture rushed through me. I swayed, my boobs jiggling. My right nub throbbed in my sister's mouth. My toes curled as the rapture rushed through my body. Stars burst across the room.
“Yes, yes, yes, bathe my face!” Stefani moaned. “And you, stud! Bathe my cunt! Fill me with cum!”
“Yes!” Clint growled.
He buried to the hilt in my lover's cunt. I heard him growling, knowing he was flooding her pussy with his fertile seed. I shuddered, rubbing my stomach as I bucked through my orgasm. Stefani moaned into my snatch.
“Fucking, yes!” my lover groaned.
Melody popped her mouth off my nipple, her hazel eyes bright. “Ooh, we're going to have so much fun with your mother, Stefani.”
“So much fun!” I howled, my mind melting from the rapture.
Then my phone chirped.
I had a text
message.
Clint growled then ripped his cock out of my lover's pussy. I trembled, my orgasm peaking in me. Stefani lapped at my cunt as my brother snagged up my phone, holding the purple case in his hand. His eyes lit up.
“Holiday Inn Express, downtown Sacramento, ask for Betty Jones at the front desk,” Clint read.
I smiled. “What do I do when I get there?”
My brother grinned at me. I knew it would be naughty. I couldn't wait.
To be continued...
Mother and Daughter's Teasing Delight
Incestuous Flesh Massaged 5
(An Incestuous Harem Story)
by
Reed James
Mother and Daughter's Teasing Delight
My brother's plan was naughty.
Mom drove me. She was part of the plan. She was a busty delight, wearing a low-cut blouse today that showed off her tits that were just as big as mine. I took after her. She hummed as she drove us into downtown Sacramento for our hotel tryst with Mrs. Armstrong.
I clutched my new purse on my lap as I squirmed on the passenger seat. A writhe of excitement and nervousness swept through me. There was a lot riding on this. At the minimum, we had to get Mrs. Armstrong to call off the protest of the massage parlor I ran.
But it would better to see Mrs. Armstrong punished for what she did to my lover, her own daughter.
Stefani was hurt by her mother's rejection. For a time, when we had Mrs. Armstrong blindfolded and an active participant in her “massage,” Stefani imagined mending the relationship with her mother at least. Her parents were hardcore Christians, so to learn Mrs. Armstrong was a closet lesbian, or at least bi, was shocking.
We massaged her. Devoured her. Fucked her with strap-ons. Mrs. Armstrong loved it and still rejected her daughter. She must be full of such hate and self-loathing to turn on her daughter. To try and destroy our massage parlor after we gave her such bliss.
“It's going to be fine, Zoey,” Mom said, her bleached-blonde hair sweeping around her shoulders. “Okay. Your brother's plan will work.”
“How much do you know about his plan?” I asked, my hands stroking the purse Lee bought today.
“He's keeping it close to his vest,” Mom said. “I think he's having fun. Melody probably knows. And Pam was rushing around the house when I was getting ready, looking just bubbly.”
I nodded. Melody and Pam were the closest to Clint. My brother enjoyed all his sisters, and Mom and our aunt, and I in different ways. We were more like siblings with benefits, enjoying fucking each other, while Melody and Pam were his lovers, Alicia his little girl, and Lee his sex slave. Mom was another sex slave, serving first our father than now our brother.
“He has something more than what we're doing,” I said. “Right? He wouldn't have given me this purse if he didn't plan more.”
Mom shrugged.
She took a turn as we headed through downtown Sacramento. The hotel was ahead. Mrs. Armstrong was waiting for us. Two hours ago, Clint had sent her the security footage from the massage parlor showing the married woman kissing Carmelita, another of the masseuses. It was clear that Mrs. Armstrong was a willing participant. It would ruin her life if that footage came out.
So why did my brother want more?
My fingers slid down the side of the purse, the fabric indenting until I hit the spy camera. I stroked it. You couldn't tell there was a camera by sight, but it was in there. I shuddered as my heart pounded. I had to be perfect.
Mom and I had to be perfect.
“You ready, honey?” Mom asked as she pulled up to the front of the hotel, a valet sauntering up to our car.
I nodded my head. I pulled out my phone and made sure it was hooked up to the camera via Bluetooth. I could see Mom's hip in her light-blue dress. My phone was streaming it back to Clint at the massage parlor. I imagined him, Melody, Stefani, Lee, Juana, and Carmelita staring at the computer, watching the fun.
“How's it coming in?” I asked.
“Looks good,” Clint answered. His voice whispered in my ear. I had a Bluetooth earpiece, another thing Lee bought. It was as small as they came and hidden by my brassy hair. “Picture's clear.”
“Good,” I said. “We're here.”
I slipped my phone back into my purse and stepped out of the car. Mom sauntered around. She was still beautiful. Now that I was in my mid-twenties, she was often mistaken for my older sister rather than my mom. She hooked her arm with mine, a big smile on her face.
I shuddered as we headed inside. The doors opened for us. My nerves squirmed. The purse swayed off my shoulder, rubbing against my side. My large breasts bounced in the light and airy dress I wore, sleeveless, a scoop neckline that showed off my lovely breasts, the skirt almost pleated as it swayed around my thighs.
The concierge smiled at us. “We're friends of Betty Jones,” I purred. “She should have left hotel keys.”
“Of course,” the concierge said, a discrete tone to her voice. Hotels prided themselves on this sort of discretion. I imagine she knew we were having a wild afternoon. What did she think of three women hooking up at a hotel?
Did it make the concierge wet?
She was a cute woman, her black hair sweeping about her shoulders. She looked like the type of woman who needed a massage. If I had my normal purse, I would have handed her one my business cards for the parlor.
“Enjoy your stay,” the concierge said, a throaty tone to her voice.
I winked at her while Mom giggled.
A short elevator ride later, we were heading down the third-floor hallway and arrived at Room 317. I slipped the keycard into the door. The lock whirred, the sound twisting my stomach. The light popped on green above the brass handle.
I opened the door and sauntered in, confident and in control.
“Ooh, this is going to be great,” Lee cheered in my ear. “Make her your slut!”
“Quiet,” Melody hissed in the background.
SMACK!
“Sorry, Mistress,” Lee moaned.
I knew she had a red handprint on her rump.
I couldn't respond because Mrs. Armstrong was standing before one of the two queen-sized beds. She looked so tense, terrified. She wore her conservative dress, a cream-white hue and adorned with golden designs that swept around her body. It hugged her body even as it showed no cleavage. Her dark-red hair swept about her pale face, her green eyes staring down at her hands. She rubbed them together, her breasts rising and falling.
“Hi,” she said, her voice tight. She looked up and frowned. “You brought your... mother.”
“Afraid I would have brought your daughter?” I asked, anger burning through me. She made Stefani cry. This bitch made my girlfriend's heart break. My hands clenched. “She wants nothing to do with you now.”
“That's fucking right!” Stefani hissed in my ear. “Tell her that I think she's a big flaming pile of horse shit!”
“I brought my mother to prove something to you,” I said. My mother understood me. She accepted me. She wasn't a hypocritical bitch that needed to have her eyes clawed out. “So pay attention.”
I set my purse on the entertainment center, right next to the TV, the camera aimed at the bed.
“Looking good,” Clint said in my ear. “I can see the bed. Just keep the fun there.”
This was getting difficult having them talking in my ear while staring at this bitch. Mrs. Armstrong swallowed. She glanced at the bed then back to my mother and me. Mrs. Armstrong's cheeks grew scarlet, a flush spreading down to her neck.
“So... you want me to stop the protest?” Mrs. Armstrong asked.
“That's a given,” I said, my anger boiling my blood. “You're going to go to them and tell them you overreacted. You'd never had a massage before, and when they started rubbing you, you misunderstood. We're not a bordello. We don't offer happy endings.”
“But you do,” she said. “You...” her cheeks blushed. “I went there for that. When I learned about it, when the first time I came fo
r a massage, it was clear that was what you offered.”
I shook my head. “You are disgusting. You know that? You shitted all over Stefani for her relationship with me, and then there you went and cheated on your husband with women.”
Mrs. Armstrong looked down. “I'm weak. I try to fight my sin, but...” She rubbed her hands together. “I will do anything to keep that footage out. I will stop the protest. I'll tell them I misunderstood. Okay. I promise. Just don't share that video. Is that enough? Do I have to apologize to my daughter?”
“She won't accept it,” I said.
“Fucking right I won't!” Stefani hissed. “Really give it to her.”
“She wants nothing to do with you. She hates you,” I growled. “I don't blame her. What type of mother says those things to her own daughter? You hated her for the very thing you were. Why are you such a terrible person? Some fucking Christian you are. You're full of hate. Bile.”
Mrs. Armstrong swallowed, her cheeks pale.
“If I had a daughter, I would never do that to her!” I continued, my anger flaring. “I would never make her feel like I hated her. Despised her. I would give her what she wants: love! I would support her. Accept her. I wouldn't sneer at her. I wouldn't eat her pussy out and then pretend I hated the taste of her. I wouldn't cum on her mouth and pretend it wasn't some of the best sex in my life.”
“You tricked me,” Mrs. Armstrong said as she hunched her shoulders. “I didn't know it was you and Stefani. I'm not into...”
“Incest?” I asked. My smile grew. “You feasted on your daughter with delight. Don't pretend that you didn't love what your daughter and I did to you.”
Mrs. Armstrong didn't answer, her cheeks blushed, her nipples hard.
“Yeah, you're wet right now. Fucking hypocrite. You want Stefani here eating your pussy again, don't you?”
She didn't answer, her right hand rubbing against her left arm.
“You need to get her to agree to come back to the massage parlor,” Clint said.
